14 days, and I'm a nut

How do weeks seem like years and those years seem like days and those days like moments that seem like hours?
Time.
"Time heals all wounds." Only if you deal with those wounds within the time.
"Time is money." Ok, maybe. But you can do things that cost nothing...but time.
"If you got the dime, I got the time." Eww. Did I just make that up?
My short-lived motivation for blogging something original and thought-provoking has left me stale.
I go back to work tomorrow. Although the hurdles of beginning a new job, teaching a class for the very first time, and dealing with insecurity have been cleared, tonight my heart ached with the anticipation that is my 7:30am. Two weeks off can mess with a mind.
Time.
I've walked into a relationship that has seen the life Time can bring. For almost 5 years. Three and a half if you wanna get technical. Ok, 2 months.
Was there ever a time I did not know God? Or OF God? I can't recall. What a blessing! And yet I complain about time. Time off. Time wasted. Time interrupted. Time scheduled. Time packed. Empty time.
I feel like I have this exterior, this mask, if you'll humor me, that I wear to make you believe I know what I'm talking about. And in my mind, I do. But I don't. How am I a teacher? God is real because I sure couldn't do this alone. Teach. It's all glory to Him! ...am I insulting Him? I often feel like I do. I'm lazy. I don't want to insult Him. Perhaps now is the time to insert a new year's resolution: Make better use of time. It's running out, but I got plenty o' time! :-)